elysianzero

I've Seen The Night

I've seen the night with tears of old
Of starry skies and bitter cold.
The waking sun doth peak his head,
Night pulls him down - now gold is dead.

A sneaking calm with arms of steel;
Shattering black and blue (break souls' appeal).
May Jasmine bloom (death flower grows)
As seeping dark chokes the rose.

O'er midnight falls and rolling hills,
Through dewey grass and frost that kills.
A shadow, a ghost, a rolling smog,
The cloudy mass - mind numbing fog.

And there through dark, on window taps
An inky vision knowing fate - who laughs.
White moon reflects the silhouette.
My heart has slowed to pause
-an enterence to death.

I've seen the night with tears of old
Through coal-like eyes - taken life ahold.
The waking sun doth peak his head,
Nights pulls away... now I am dead.

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This is a poem I wrote in roughly fifteen minutes during a moment of quiet...I had had Robert Frost and Edgar Allan Poe running through my head all day. So I consider this the Love Child of the two master poets.

Is it cheesy?
Is it good?
Is it horrible?
Do you even understand it?
Let me know!